Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Faust,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.